When I say it’s the season, I am actually referring to my birthday season, not the impending Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christamas shopping debacle.

I invented the birthday season when I was in college, to accommodate get-togethers with friends at different schools, and it just grew from there. Eventually, it evolved to a one day per year ratio, so that when I turned 25, my birthday season was 25 days long. Now the season is, well, let’s just say that it is longer than one month, but not yet two months. It doesn’t mean that there is a party everyday or that I get presents every day (though THAT is not a bad idea), it’s more of a festive feel to the days. Oh, and I never have to say “no” to cake.

Season’s greeting to all!

Panda on!

Miz “B”

If pandas got to go to the movies, they would want to sit through endless repetitions of Kung Fu Panda or maybe The Incredible Journey, the new version staring pandas, of course. They would rush up and down the aisles, throwing popcorn at each other and leave chewed up bamboo ends under their seats. They greatly appreciate the air-conditioned theater but they will spill their bamboo colas on the floor.

Cats, on the other hand, are models of propriety and almost never bring bunny parts in with them. We also have much more in the way of cinematic cats to choose from. I can’t say I think much of the portrayals of cats in Babe, Stuart Little, or Harry Potter, but as they say, there is no such thing as bad publicity. If you need to get in touch with me, I’ll be watching The Aristocats.

Ta-ta for now,

Mehitabel

Mehitabel here with the latest field and stream report…. well, I wasn’t really in a stream, but we’ve been having a bit of rain recently and I got all WET while I was out… um… shopping. So there I was, bringing my faithful servant a really nice present, and she rushes out and makes me DROP it, and drags me in the house, rubs me with a towel, and then SHE LETS THE BUNNY GET AWAY!!!!!!! I ask you, is this how a grateful person reacts to a charming little present? I mean I didn’t even get to bite its’ little head off. I may have to go back out on strike again if she keeps this up. And don’t even talk to me about birds. (The brightly colored ones taste the best, you know.)

Well, that’s all for now. Hopefully she’ll let me out of the house soon, and then……

Panda On!

Mehitabel